On Christmas Eve 2011, everything changed. My last week in Florida was spent at a bustling Jacksonville club, where I spotted her—Abigail "Abby" Smith. In a stunning purple dress, she turned heads with her flawless coffee-colored skin and captivating brown eyes, exuding an aura that kept unwanted suitors at bay.
Despite my attempts to catch her eye, she dodged me like Tom Brady in the pocket, igniting my curiosity. Tipsy and bold from a night of Crown Royal with friends, I approached her at the bar. "You're kind of cute," I said, hoping to break through. She laughed, the beat of Drake's "The Motto" pulsing in the background.
"Where are you from?" I asked, struggling to maintain eye contact. "Here," she replied, surprising me.
"I've seen you," she countered, avoiding my gaze. "Tally. You went to FAMU, right? You hang with my cousin."
"Did you go to FAMU?" I inquired.
"Nope, I went to FSU," she said proudly.
Little did I know, this chance encounter would spark a connection that would change everything.
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Situationships
RomanceFollow the journey of Abby and Tony as they navigate the highs and lows of a complicated relationship in this heartfelt a real look into love without labels.
